Pretty White Lies

Love was the sensation that set me free. It was in those stolen moments and forbidden touches I found who I belonged to. Held in your arms, I finally saw what forever could look like, and when I sank into your kiss, heaven revealed itself to me. Your love was my elixir, my muse. It gave me life, and I offered it to you freely, and you took it without remorse. You let it feed you, and in return, you woke something inside me. Or maybe you simply made me aware of what lingered there all along, hiding underneath sweet, pretty smiles. I love you, and I know you love me, but what is love but chaos set loose? And can we really call it that if no one gets hurt?